Stanley Gemmell

Dead Poem - Poem by Stanley Gemmell

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Buried in a luxurious rainI only came to see you again.The grave is lonelyThe nearby road, busy.No one stops to talk to you anymoreWords are too valuable these days.I will set my books down near your stoneAnd watch the moss grow.

I remember you used to frownIf I mentioned the way youSmiled in your sleep."That's so private."

You would say chagrined.Money in hand, you wouldGreet the cashier: if itWas a man he would stare.

I remember you used to spitLike a man. The thing aboutYou that turned me on the mostWas the way you would say, "Me."